Prisoners

[Verse 1]

We wake up in a bed of silk

Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky

Like it's our way to fly

We're chasing a reason to exist

But can't seem to escape the loneliness

Running in circles around happiness

[Chorus]

With houses made of gold, defined by what we own

We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe?

Or are we just feeding our disease?

[Verse 2]

We've lost sight of what we can't touch

We've lost it all if we can't remember how to love

A full plate with an empty heart

We feast on greed until we starve

We wonder why we feel empty inside

Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy

A lonely world with a bad design

We waste our time on an endless climb

[Chorus]

With houses made of gold, defined by what we own

We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe?

Or are we just feeding our disease?

[Hook]

Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our disease

[Breakdown]

We stand on top of the world, but still feel so alone

We stand on top of the world

With no one to hold, we stand at the top of the world alone

[Chorus]

With houses made of gold, defined by what we own

We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe?

Or are we just feeding our disease?

[Hook]

Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our disease